Another day...
I am no longer invisible as I like to
think.
My flatmates notice when I'm not
home.
Friends who don't leave messages
ask where I've been all week.
Mom tells
me to get an early night, for god's sake.
Being loved used to be a reassurance, it
still is, I suppose, but when you're seeking
anonymity and trying to fade away, it's becomes
jolly hard to do. People just expect things from me.
Leave me alone.
I have
a life besides for this one. I'd like to live it
while I can.
Don't hassle me..
I'm trying
to walk away from you.
Put away those tentacles,
you're choking me with concern and I just
want some space.
This isn't enough; you're all too much.
It's been lovely, but I have to scream now.